The quiet, tense atmosphere stretched between the walls of the spacious shower room. The slow, rhythmic sound of droplets falling from the faucet of the tub echoed in the space, while the cool night breeze filtered in through the open glass window. Small flashes of water rippled across the surface whenever they subtly shifted their weight within the massive porcelain tub.
Leansei's cheeks turned a bright, ruddy shade of pink as he mindlessly played with the thick layers of bubbles floating on the water. Directly across from him, Xerchin sat perfectly still, his ears distinctly flushed a dark crimson as his light blue eyes stared at him with an intense, unyielding focus. Lean swallowed hard, his throat going completely dry before he desperately broke the suffocating silence.
"Stop staring at me like that..." he said, his voice dropping into a low, self-conscious whisper.
"You're absolutely gorgeous," Xerchin murmured smoothly, his baritone voice deep and completely sincere.
Leansei immediately buried his lower body deeper into the bubbles, trying to escape the heavy proximity. "You're at it again with that sweet tongue of yours."
"It wouldn't be nearly as sweet without yours," Xerchin countered playfully, a knowing smirk cutting across his lips.
Lean buried himself even deeper into the warmth, letting the water rise just above his lips so he wouldn't be permitted to utter a single defensive word back to the athlete.
Xerchin looked at him with an absolute, pure tenderness. His sharp features had softened completely under the warm ambient lighting, and his blue-tinted eyes glowed beautifully within the dim, luxurious bathroom layout. He slowly lifted his large hands from beneath the surface, letting the water drip from his fingers as he gestured toward the space between them.
"Come closer, Mooncalf. You're sitting entirely too far away from me."
"Wha—bubbles—we—bubbles—at least—bubbles—one meter—" Lean stammered out frantically speaking under the bubbles, his words getting hilariously cut off as he accidentally inhaled a mouthful of foam. Before he could reassemble his composure to argue, Xerchin cut him off entirely.
(Translation : What?? we are at atleast one meter—)
"Still far too distant. Do you want me to move closer to yours instead?" Xerchin asked, his tone dropping into an exceptionally firm frequency. It was the exact type of resolute register that carried zero traces of joking around.
' He is really completely serious about this... ' Leansei thought, his heart rate skyrocketing.
Yielding to the demand, Leansei lifted his upper torso out of the foam and began to slowly crawl through the water straight toward Xerchin's front, his gray pupils rigidly locked onto the athlete's face without breaking eye contact for a single second. The raw view, the smooth movement, the thick tension, and the underlying suspense drilled violently within the four walls of the room. He finally reached the infront of him, smoothly turning his body to face away so his back was pressed flat against Xerchin's broad, bare chest. Xerchin's broad hands immediately wrapped around his slender waist, yanking his frame secure, while he rested his chin gently against Leansei's shoulder blade.
"Can't you just stay another night at the villa?" Xerchin asked, his baritone voice dropping into a purely dejected, vulnerable register.
Leansei quietly, genuinely smiled into the dim room, his fingers resting over the athlete's forearms. "I've already been staying at this rest house for almost two days now. I can't stay. The reality is, both of us have classes tomorrow morning."
"I have a massive inventory of spare designer clothes inside the wardrobes here, or I can easily execute a stop by your private apartment tonight to retrieve your things," Xerchin countered rapidly, refusing to let the matter drop.
Leansei softly rubbed his palms against Xerchin's wrapped arms, letting out a quiet chuckle. "The way you're talking... it's exactly like you're trying to make me live with you permanently, huh?" he said jokingly, trying to lighten the heavy air. But Xerchin remained perfectly quiet, his jaw clenching as he merely tightened his arms, hugging Leansei's frame against his chest with a sudden, protective strength.
Leansei checked his movements, casting a sharp glance backward over his shoulder to read his face, searching for a single sign of amusement. "Wait... you're not joking about this, are you??"
"I'm not, Mooncalf," Xerchin affirmed flatly, his blue eyes clear and unwavering under the bathroom lights.
Leansei's smile faded slightly, and he slowly rested the back of his head against the athlete's shoulder, a quiet weight settling over his chest. "We can't do that, Erchi. If your father ever manages to hear a single trace about this arrangement—"
"I will personally take care of every single piece of the fallout," Xerchin interrupted cleanly, leaving zero room for argument.
The mention of the Vcheroi patriarch sent a cold spike of anxiety straight through Leansei's veins. He suddenly, vividly remembered the exact warnings Seleigh had dropped during their secret meeting at the acquaintance party back exit.
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"I'm honestly more concerned about whether Mr. Xin will be able to accept it as well." She paused, a shadow crossing her features. "I have known Mr. Xin for a long time; he is not a man you should ever cross."
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"Hey," Xerchin's voice lowered directly against his ear, pulling him sharply back to reality and away from the haunting memory of Seleigh's words.
Leansei blinked, adjusting his grip on the athlete's forearms. "Uh—yeah, but then... how about Kean—I mean, my parents?"
Xerchin frowned, his jaw tightening as if that single obstacle had completely defeated him. Leansei chuckled softly at his immediate frustration, subtly turning his head to press a sweet, sudden kiss against Xerchin's cheek, catching the older boy completely startled.
"We can still be together," Leansei murmured, his voice dropping into a comforting, reassuring tone. "I can easily come by the villa some other day, and you can spend time at my private condo on other days..."
"How about when we are at school?"
"About that... it's honestly quite complicated," Leansei reasoned, his brow furrowing behind his wet lenses. "Especially since you and Beidhen possess a massive reputation to uphold on campus. If your dedicated devotees—fans find out—"
"Right... that won't be good at all," Xerchin admitted, his baritone voice dropping into a distinctly down tone. "Then we won't be permitted to have much time together at school?"
"Uh...we can still actually, as long as my friends is there. They might not suspect a single thing?"
Xerchin tightened his embrace slightly, his fingers shifting against Lean's waist. "Then how about tomorrow? Can you go back here straight after class concludes?"
Leansei winced through his wet lashes, a faint, bittersweet smile touching his lips. "I don't think so, Erchi. I have to return home to the Ferech estate tomorrow afternoon. I also desperately need to figure things out with Kean's—I mean, my twin brother." Xerchin let out a very deep, heavy sigh against his shoulder. "Aren't you're worried about this situation at all?"
"About what specifically?" Xerchin asked, tilting his head up to look at his profile.
"About people finding out the truth regarding us... especially your family."
"No," Xerchin stated flatly, his blue-tinted eyes perfectly steady and unyielding. "I don't care a single bit about other people's opinions, nor do I respect their criteria—not unless the opinion belongs explicitly to yours. Don't even worry your head about that. The only real family member I truly possess in that dynasty is my annoying older brother. Nothing else matters."
' Not even his own father? How about his mother? ' Leansei thought, his heart skipping a violent beat. He felt intensely curious about the dark family dynamic, but the sheer, raw pain vibrating behind the athlete's voice made him check his inputs. He absolutely refused to ruin the beautiful momentum of their night.
"How about you?" Xerchin asked back, shifting the query.
"I already possess a completely ruined, chaotic reputation at school anyway," Leansei joked lightly, trying to dissolve the gravity. "But about managing my family... I guess I will just have to take baby steps for now?"
Xerchin's lips finally curved into a sharp, knowing smile, and he offered a compliant nod of agreement. "Okay. Let's strictly take baby steps for now."
Leansei nodded smoothly, and a peaceful, intimate quiet stretched beautifully between the walls of the room, every single ounce of space between their bare bodies completely erased. "Mooncalf?" Xerchin murmured softly after a long beat.
"Mm?"
"You'll stay?"
"For tonight? Of course I—"
"To me," Xerchin interrupted, his voice dropping into an exceptionally firm, dead-serious frequency. He slowly, delicately moved his large hand upward, cradling Leansei's cheek to gently force his face around to look directly into his eyes. "With me."
Leansei looked straight into those striking blue pupils, finding them completely softened with a deep, desperate layer of tender devotion. A sudden, intense pinch of pure, suffocating heartache crushed Leansei's ribs. He found himself utterly unable to voice a lie or say a direct "yes"—because the cold reality remained that he was a parasite who would be forced to transmigrate back to his real body sooner or later.
' I wish with all my soul that I could promise you that timeline, Erchi... I promise you, ' Leansei wailed silently behind his teeth, tears pricking his eyes. ' The exact time I am forced back into my original body... I swear I will find you. I will make your soul remember me, no matter what it takes. '
Xerchin delicately caressed Lean's flushed cheek, his thumb tracing his skin. "You—"
"Do you trust me?" Xerchin paused, his features softening into a deeply assured smile.
"More than."
"Hold on to that for now." A visible wave of melancholy filled his eyes, anchoring the prolonged stare stretched between them. Xerchin smiled at him sweetly, a gentle, comforting expression explicitly meant to soothe whatever deep-seated anxiety was currently troubling Leansei's mind.
Leansei flinched subtly when Xerchin suddenly struck the water toward his face mildly. Lean blinked through his wet lashes, looking at him with a thoroughly surprised expression, before executing the exact same playful strategy. The water waved wildly within the massive porcelain tub as they began splashing the water back and forth at each other, their laughter echoing off the tiled walls.
The movement forced Leansei backward toward the opposite edge of the tub, his defenses crumbling completely. But getting himself entirely too caught up in the rhythm of the game, he accidentally splashed a huge wave of water straight into Xerchin's face, making the athlete abruptly halt his movements.
Leansei stopped his splashing, his gray pupils widening with immediate, pure concern when Xerchin suddenly became dead quiet, raising his hands to rub his closed eyes. Panicking in deep guiltiness, Lean immediately scrambled through the water to reach his side, checking on his condition as a barrage of frantic apologies escaped his lips. He desperately tried to look at his face, but Xerchin's features remained entirely covered by his palms.
"H—hey, I'm so incredibly sorry, Erchi! I didn't mean to strike your eyes—" He wasn't able to finish his sentence. Moving with blinding speed, Xerchin's hands snapped down, his broad arms immediately wrapping securely around Leansei's waist as a thoroughly mischievous smirk broke across his lips.
"Gotcha!"
Leansei stared at him in absolute, pure disbelief, before aggressively smacking his hand straight against the athlete's shoulder. "You absolute bastard! I was genuinely, deeply worried about you!"
Xerchin let out a rich, melodic chuckle. "I'm sorry, Mooncalf." He slowly broke free from the tight hug, looking down at the hard scowl flattening Lean's face. Xerchin delicately placed his index finger beneath Lean's chin, tilting his head up to force their eyes to lock. "I'll be right here with you no matter what happens down the line. No matter what concerns are waiting for us." Xerchin stated the words with an absolute, unyielding tone of pure assurance.
Leansei looked up at him, a radiant, incredibly glad look softening his gray eyes. They stood perfectly frozen, staring at each other with an intense, raw affection that erased the entire high-society world beyond the bathroom walls. Xerchin's gaze slowly dropped from his eyes straight to his pinkish lips, his torso slowly leaning down to close the distance.
Leansei gradually closed his eyes, his head tilting smoothly to the side as he leaned forward to meet the contact. Their soft lips pressed flat together, and they passionately, intensely responded to the rhythm of each other's mouths, deepening the embrace until the midnight blocks faded into total silence.
The water within the massive porcelain tub sloshed violently over the rim as Xerchin shifted his weight, pulling Leansei's frame straight up onto his thighs without breaking the intense, unyielding rhythm of their kiss. Moving on pure, chaotic instinct, Leansei's legs smoothly wrapped around Xerchin's waist under the thick layer of foam, while his arms locked securely around the athlete's neck to anchor their proximity.
The sensory overload inside the dim bathroom was absolute. Xerchin's hands traveled across his slick skin—one palm moving over Leansei's chest, while his other bare fingers traced down the sensitive alignment of his spine, sending intense shivers straight through his nerves.
Their mouths parted as they caught their breath, the intensity of the moment lingering heavily between them. Xerchin's lips went down his jaw to licking his ears, down to the side of his neck, licking it and sucking as if it was he's a starving prey.
His hand roam down to the back of the hems of his short under the water in the tub. As his kiss traveled to lean's shoulder blade, his hand slide inner of the shorts finding the wet aperture. As soon as the contact touch, Lean's body bolted and gripped tightly Xerchin's shoulder. His other hand goes to his back and pull him towards his chest to make more entry in between its buttocks, and without wasting the chance. He rub around the hole and slowly slip in his one finger inside.
Leansei immediately escapes moans in between his mouth as arching his back due to the fingers scurling inside him. "E-Erc~~mmngh~" Lean can feel the big harden groin scrapes in his own hard member. Xerchin moves his fingers in fast rhythm making him do loud noises escaping from his sweet mouth.
Sei shut his eyes and put his hand on it's groan making xerchin halt his movements and glance to his side but Lean's face were buried in his shoulder.
"I sh-shouldn't be the only one right?" A stuttering voice of him as he took out xerchin's harden cock and took out his own and put it against each other and held it both of his hands. He gradually moves his hand up and down.
He could hear Xerchin's breath in between. He bit his lips in both amusement and amorous.
"You're making me insane." He stated while messing his own hair. "I hope you know that." in aroused mumbled voice. He smirks since he didn't know that lean have this kind of confidence in his body making him more turned on—(making his groin more bigger) he slides in the second finger with fast thrust inside him.
Leansei roll back his head and gripped xerchin's cock and began wrapping and moving his small hands around it's shaft with the same rhythm making them both moan in pleasure.
The sounds within the walls was nothing but the noise of falling water from the tub, and their groans.
Leansei tensely arched his back when he felt near. But moves his hand faster in xerchin's shafts. They moaned harder as they releases each others orgasm. They catch their breaths but xerchin did not waste any time. He carried leansei off from the tub to the shower and turned the faucet.
The warm water cascading from the shower head immediately washed away the thick layer of foam and the lingering heat of their shared release. His fingers were still trembling, pinned between his racing pulse.
Xerchin stepped up directly to his frame, his massive, athletic torso pressing flush against Leansei's chest without a single shred of space between them. The heavy stream of water swirled over their shoulders, completely grounding their senses after the explosive climax in the tub.
Xerchin reached out, his large hands sliding smoothly around Leansei's waist to pull him secure against his chest, before his eyes gently traced along the wet nape of Lean's neck. The raw proximity felt entirely safe, a beautiful, quiet sanctuary locked within the steaming glass enclosure that effectively shut out the timelines.
Leansei looked up at him through the steam, his gray eyes wide with a deeply confused expression. "Why?..." he managed to murmur, his voice slightly hoarse from their shared release.
"The tub is now entirely full of our orgasm," Xerchin explained flatly, his deep baritone carrying an unyielding, predatory weight as he towered over Leansei's frame. He adjusted his stance within the enclosed stall. "Can we continue this right here?" The explicit request carried a deliberate, devastatingly handsome smirk on his face.
Leansei's cheeks instantly filled with a brilliant, blinding redness, the sheer audacity of the athlete's words sending a violent wave of heat straight to his temples. But before he could assemble a single coherent syllable of a verbal defense, Xerchin moved with blinding athletic speed. He carried Leansei once again like he weighted like a half kilo of grain sack, hoisting his body much higher this time—firmly, securely gripping both of his bare hands right under Leansei's thighs. Lean's chest facing against his as xerchin's hard cock position on its hole and rub the tip around it, teasingly.
Lean gasped out loud as his back hit the wet tiles of the shower wall, the cold stone contrasting sharply with the scorching heat of Xerchin's skin. Driven by pure survival instinct, Leansei trembling heated body weakened so his legs wrapped tightly around the athlete's waist for a second time, his fingers frantically locking around the nape of his neck as the heavy stream of hot water swirled over their broad shoulders.
As soon as Xerchin unhurriedly penetrating it's head inside, a moan escaped from their mouth and erchi gritted his teeth to the tighten hole. He halted his movements as Leansei's tears began dropping down his cheeks.
"Should i stop?" Xerchin asked. He looked down at him, his brow furrowed with deep concern as his chest heaved against Leansei's collarbone. "Are you alright? Your shoulders are incredibly tense."
Leansei took a shaky, ragged breath, his fingers digging frantically into the muscles of Xerchin's back to ground his posture. The friction of the hot shower water cascading over their skin did little to numb the overwhelming, sharp fullness stretching his core.
Leansei slowly shook his head and gripped his hug tightly. "I—I'm fine," Leansei managed to whisper out, his voice cracked and breathless. He bit his lower lip hard to stabilize the sudden wave of intense sensation. "J-just continue.."
Hearing the desperate compliance in his voice, the restraint vanished entirely from Xerchin's blue-tinted eyes. He slowly thrusting half way through but Leansei felt as if they haven't done it yet, it's ripping him inside apart.
' Why does it hurts this time than last night?? was it because it's more deeper than it was before?? '
"I should pull it out—" xerchin wasnt able to finish his sentence when leansei gathered all his strength and thrust it down swallowing all xerchin's length inside. Making them both moaned louder.
"Fuck~ so fucking tight."
"Ugh~ umhp!"
Xerchin pulled leansei's shoulder to look at his face.
Xerchin's ears were a violent shade of crimson, his handsome features flushed with a look that screamed raw, explosive desire and a deeply turned-on intensity. Yet, an unyielding layer of pure, protective concern completely rewrote his emotional expression.
"Why did you..." Xerchin breathed out, his baritone voice fracturing with a deep, shaky resonance. He glanced down at Leansei's teary eyes and completely heated face, his chest heaving aggressively against Lean's collarbone. Xerchin subtly licked his own lips, before raising his large, calloused hand to delicately wipe the tears away from Leansei's cheeks under the running shower water.
The raw, unprompted declaration completely shattered the final layers of Xerchin's restraint.
He let out a low, husky growl from his throat, his grip tightening around Leansei's waist to hoist his thighs even higher up his hips, locking their torsos together with absolutely zero regard for space. Xerchin adjusted his stance within the enclosed stall and initiated a sequence of deep, slow, and unyielding thrusts against the wet shower wall.
The water splashing wildly around their frames. Every single plunge sent a violent spike of pure, blinding heat straight through Leansei's veins. The initial sharp fullness gradually melted away, replaced by a deep-seated, intoxicating warmth that made his head spin. A barrage of soft, uncontrolled moans escaped his mouth, echoing loudly between the four walls of the shower room alongside the splashing of the water.
Xerchin's thrusts transitioned smoothly from a mild rhythm to a fast, powerful, and intensely hungry pace, hitting the exact spot inside him with perfect precision. Plok. Plok. The sound of their colliding skin filled the steaming glass enclosure, driving both of them to the absolute brink of sanity. He arched his spine fully, his mind completely fuddled as he surrendered his soul to the rhythm of the touch. He was about to hid his face again when xerchin halted him.
"Dont. I wanna see your face." He whispered, his voice vibrating deep against Leansei's ear. Xerchin held his frame securely against the tile, his breathing ragged and uneven.
Lean rolled back his head since the pain subsides and pleasure began escalating inside him. Xerchin bite his lips as he grind inside him while holding lean's buttocks and moving him against his thrust making it more pleasurable for both of them.
The plunge became more deeper, rapidly making a loud sound each contact and their loud moan occupied the entire bathroom. Leansei's nails gripped tightly on xerchin's back shoulder as he arch his body signaling that he's nearing his end.
Xerchin did not slow his pace, did not broke the momentum but instead making the thrust more quicker—hitting the right spot that made leansei bolted his eyes out and moaning in his mouth. "I-I'm near—"
"Lets go together." Few more rapid thrust before he thrust harder one last time as Leansei spilled his white fluid cum in Xerchin chin and chest. While he came inside lean's hole.
Lean weakened his body and grasp his breath while leaning his head on his shoulder. Xerchin took the shower head and flashes on Leansei's body after taking out his cock out of his hole spilling out white fluid semen from his hole flowing down the tiles.
Xerchin smiled softly down at the exhausted, slumped body resting completely against his chest, his light blue eyes filled with an unyielding layer of pure tenderness. Moving with absolute care, he washed Leansei's body first under the warm stream, clearing away the traces of their shared release before finally washing his own skin. Once the shower block was finalized, he guided Lean back into the bedroom, gently dressing his spent frame in loose, clean casual garments.
Leansei sat quietly on the soft matted floor beside the bed, his limbs still trembling slightly from the raw physical toll of the night, while Xerchin sat right behind him on the edge of the mattress, methodically and delicately drying Leansei's wet hair with a plush towel. He slowly rolled up his head, tilting his face back to look straight into the athlete's striking features.
"Erchi?" he murmured, testing the new title softly against his lips.
"Mmm?" Xerchin answered, his fingers pausing their rhythm against the towel.
"If... if you were suddenly given a rare chance to live your entire existence all over again, and the specific life you secured for that second chance was exactly the dream life you always wanted... would you still aggressively grab it? Even if... even if that life wasn't even meant to be yours in the first place?"
Xerchin looked down into his gray eyes, his fingers freezing completely as his brain carefully processed the sudden, deep, and entirely too fantasy-shadowed question.
"If that miracle was truly given to me by any chance and through any kind of way... then the reality is, it wouldn't have been dropped into my hands in the first place if it was not meant for me to experience," Xerchin answered with absolute, dead-serious sincerity. "I would still ruthlessly grab the opportunity. Because if that existence is truly not meant to be mine permanently, the universe will eventually find a way to take it away from my grasp anyway. I simply have to take the risk." He stated the words flatly, as if that was the exact manual choice he was forced to execute in his own life right now.
"But..." Xerchin added softly, his large hand sliding down from the towel to delicately caress Leansei's cheekbone, his thumb rubbing against his flushed skin. "...if I find out it's not meant to be mine, I will do absolutely whatever it takes to fight and make it mine. I have never wanted a single thing in my entire existence to begin with, Mooncalf. But now that I finally do... I am forced to fight for it until the end of time, right?"
Leansei felt an intense, suffocating pinch of pure heartache crush his ribs at the confession. He forced his features to relax, a bittersweet smile breaking across his lips.
"You're entirely right..." he whispered between his mouth, his voice breaking.
' I genuinely hope with all my soul that I can find a way to inherit your unyielding courage, Erchi, ' Leansei thought, a profound layer of guilt darkling his gray pupils as he lowered his head. ' Because the cold truth is, I absolutely cannot execute that selfish strategy to the real Kean. I cannot be heedless and egocentric here... considering I already crossed the line and hoarded your love for myself tonight. It is entirely too unfair to Kean—profoundly unfair of me to use his physical body and his identity to satisfy my own desires. '
The heavy weight of his impending departure settled back over his chest, the quiet villa bedroom trapped in a beautiful, and agonizing calm